17 of 30. 17th Century Poet - John Donne.

I must confess, today I have

no inspiration for a poem,

based on the number 17.

I offer you a 17th Century Poet.

Having looked on the internet,

I learned about John Donne.

He had an interesting life,

married and gave his wife

twelve children. He became:

A Member of Parliament,

he was ordained into the

Church. His writing was on

many themes, love, sex,

Religion and sometimes Death.

Here I offer you one of his

poems, words which are familiar.

Words that have echoed down

centuries but yet applies today.

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John Donne's’ Poem.

No man is an island,

Entire of itself,

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thy friend's

Or of thine own were:

Any man's death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And therefore never send to know

for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee.